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5. O God and Father, holiest Lord ! touch yet Thy

creature's heart, And to my weak and wearied powers the life of life

impart. 6. Make me to love Thee! in that love, strength, light,

and life shall flow, And as Thy will is done in heaven, I shall do it on earth below.

Frances Power Cobbe.



Nearer to God.
NEARER, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee;
E’en though it be a cross

That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee.
2. Though, like the wanderer,

The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,

My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee.
3. There let the way appear

Steps unto heaven;
All that Thou sendest me

In mercy given,
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee.

4. Then, with my waking thoughts

Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs

Bethels I'll raise ;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

Sarah F. Adams.


The God of all Grace.



TERNAL Father, Lord of all our good,
Revive these hearts of ours that need Thee

And take away whatever may have stood

Too long between us and Thy righteous will.

2. Along these paths of time lead ever on,

Nor let us wander from Thine upward way;
By day or night we cannot walk alone;

Guide Thou our feet, so shall we never stray.

3. We bless Thee for the things whereby we rise

From wrong and weakness to our being's height; We bless Thee for the faith that never dies,

And hopes which keep usalway strong and bright.

4. We praise Thee for all lights on earth that shine,

Reflecting light Divine undimmed and pure ; We praise Thee for that perfect love of Thine, Which is of all things here most real and sure.

James Bell.

490. Whom have we but Thee? 1. STRANGERS and pilgrims here below,

In want, in weakness, and in woe,
To whom, O Father, should we go,

To whom but unto Thee ?
2. To whom, when hating what is ill,

We find our strength unequal still
To do, although we love Thy will,

To whom but unto Thee?
3. To whom, with all our faults and fears,

With all our toils and all our tears,
Pouring them into loving ears,

To whom but unto Thee?
4. To whom, when all around appears

Against us, and too anxious fears
Look trembling up the coming years,

To whom but unto Thee?
5. To whom, when gloomy death appals,

And the cold shadow darkly falls
Along our happy household walls,
To whom but unto Thee?

G. W. Robinson.



Help us.
1. O HELP us, Lord ! each hour of need,

Thy heavenly succour give;
Help us in thought, and word, and deed,

Each hour on earth we live!
2. O help us when our spirits bleed

With contrite anguish sore;
And when our hearts are cold and dead,

O help us, Lord, the more !

3. O help us, through the prayer of faith,

More firmly to believe ;
For still, the more Thy servant hath,

The more shall he receive.

4. O help us, Saviour, from on high,

We know no help but Thee !
O help us so to live and die,
As Thine in heaven to be !

H. H. Milman,


Have Mercy.


O !
To Thee do we cry ;
Faint, weary, and wayworn,

To Thy wings we fly ;
Speak peace to our souls !

Without Thee we die.

2. We wander in darkness,

O, grant us Thy light !
We stray from the pathway,

Lost, lost in the night;
O, be Thou our guide,
And lead us aright !

W. H. Furness.


I give myself to Prayer.



· I GIVE myself to prayer ;

Lord, give Thyself to me,
And let the time of my request,

Thy time of answer be.

2. My thoughts are like the reeds,

And tremble as they grow,
In the sad current of a life

That darkly runs and slow.

3. I am as if asleep,

Yet conscious that I dream ;
Like one who vainly strives to wake

And free himself, I seem.
4. The loud distressful cry

With which I call on Thee
Shall wake me, Lord, to find that Thou

Canst give me liberty.

5. I give myself to prayer :

Lord, give Thyself to me ;
And in the time of my distress,

O haste and succour me !
6. Then be my heart, my world,

Rehallowed unto Thee;
And Thy pervading glory, Lord,
O let me feel and see !

T. T. Lynch.


Silent Musing



LORD, when in silent hours I muse

Upon myself and Thee,
I seem to hear the stream of life

That runs invisibly.

2. Then know I what I oft forget,

How fleeting are my days ;
Remember me, my God, nor let

My end be my dispraise !

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